Missing the marks of my Kenyan experience

It has now been almost 3 weeks since I arrived in LA after being in Africa for almost 2 months. With Kenya and my experiences still very much at the forefront of my mind and heart, I wanted to share some of the things I miss most.
10) The tea. Any time is tea time in Kenya. Kenyans have a special way of making this stuff. Seriously. Hats off to excessive amounts of sugar and milk consumption.
9) Huge avocados and mangos. Fabulous fruits at your fingertips? Yes. And for only pennies people!
8) Women carrying stuff on their heads. I miss seeing this everywhere and my friends back here at home are not skilled enough to replicate this cultural mark, myself included.
7) The music. I miss the type of Kenyan music that makes me want to dance. Rose and Mago Mago...why aren't you on my radio here?
6) The singing and uninhibited worship. I was always amazed how people broke out in song at work, while doing chores, while walking, etc. This heart for worship and song was inspiring to me.
5) The kids at Grapesyard. I miss their smiles and laughs the most. They were and are hope.
4) My siblings. I miss my little monkeys from the oldest to the youngest. There were often troublemakers, but they made me laugh.
3) Walks in the early evening. I miss the smells, the activity, and the way the sky lit up at night in the evening. This was my favorite time of day in Lucky Summer.
2) The close-knit communities. I miss seeing familiar faces and kids playing with rocks and jump roping after school near their homes. I miss the way people seem to know each other and greet each other walking down the street. I miss the community of Lucky Summer BBF Church.
1) Loice. I miss laughing, talking, and being mischievous with my dear sister. Although I continue to find joy in communicating with her even though distance separates us, it's just not the same. This also includes the rest of the wonderful Abanga family as well.